Buying Wife

part#27

"Good morning, sir. Just woke up, his face still looks sleepy? couldn't sleep last night?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why not wake me up? I can make warm milk."

"Mahira, today I will meet with ririn."

"Ooh ...." There was disappointment from Mahira.

"You accompany me."

"What?" Mahira looked very surprised.

"Yes, I'll be honest about our relationship with him."

"What is this from Mba Wiwin?"

"Where are you from?" Son looks.

"He he he. Sorry yes, sir. Yesterday I was worried to see you leave with a scary face, yes I just followed."

"Oh, so it seems. All right, it's okay. I've understood. You get ready, later after Zuhur we go."

"Surely sure?" ask Mahira. His son stared. "Emm I mean, you won't regret it? if he is angry and does not want to accept the Father, how? I think we better keep this a secret first. Until I'm really ready for you to divorce."

"Until when?"

"I mean Father? oh, tha. If you want to hurry, too. Ready not ready, won't we be apart."

"I'm not going to divorce you."

"Why? Sir, I don't want to live like this either. Seeing the Father every night restless, hearing the Father always talk to him by phone in the night before you sleep, see the Father who always feels guilty every time you see me. That ... it makes me feel guilty, sir."

"We'll meet Ririn first. After that we'll talk about something else."

Mahira could only sob when her husband left. "Yes, since when does he care what I feel? love, sorrow or any other feeling, he knows. Hiks," whispered Mahira as she wiped her tears.

*****

The atmosphere where they ate seemed empty. The humans who are there can be counted using only the fingers. Maybe because the situation is not supportive due to the outbreak that is happening.

The son was a little agitated. His hand did not stop knocking on the table with such a fast rhythm. Mahira just stared silently from the chair facing the husband.

Door opens. Mahira looks at the figure of a beautiful woman with floral motifs, and the mint hijab she wears, making the woman look graceful walking. With a tall and slim body that strongly supports her appearance.

"He's coming, sir."

The son looked at Mahira before he turned his shoulders and looked back. Ririn waved her hand with a smile. However, that smile faded slightly as his eyes skimmed with Mahira.

"Hi, Mas. Long wait yaaa .. sorry yes, dear."

Like a wound covered in salt water. Such is the heart of Mahira.

"Hey, you were with Aldo, weren't you?"

"Yes, how are you?"

"Alhamdulillah good. Tumben you guys are together, what's going on? heee I'm so scared." Ririn sat beside the Son. His laughter looks very stiff.

"Rin, I want to talk. Important."

"We'll order a drink first, sir. Kasian mba Ririn just arrived."

"What's wrong, I'm not thirsty. Just continue with it."

"Honey, I–"

"Sir, but I'm hungry, how about we order some food?" Mahira tries to flow the conversation. Again.

"Ra, please." Putra why sharp. Ririn was somewhat astonished to see the two of them.

"What the hell is that? be curious. Honey, what's up?" tanya Ririn while holding the fingers of the Son. Mahira was uncomfortable looking at it, she threw her face the other way.

The son knows Mahira's reaction. He let go of Ririn's hand. And that made Ririn even more suspicious and annoyed.

"What's wrong? explain it right now." Ririn said annoyedly.

"Rin, I wanted to apologize earlier. Please don't be mad."

"Yes, talk."

"Actually ...." The son looked at Ririn timidly.

"I .. em, if I ...."

"He's my husband." Mahira speaking. Ririn who was staring at Putra turned to look at Mahira. His frowning heart signified that he did not believe.

"Mahira's right. We've been married almost a year." Son explained. Ririn still seemed to not believe what the Son and Mahira had just said.

Mahira took something from the bag she was carrying. Two small books of different colors, as well as a photo of him and his son when married.

Ririn was hypnotized. He was silent without reaction. Look at the photos and wedding book that Mahira brought. Pun Putra's. He did not expect Mahira would bring all of that.

"Sa-I'm sorry ..." Suddenly Ririn said goodbye. He stood up and walked away from them. However, his steps came to a halt when he heard Mahira speak.

"Mba Ririn take it easy, we're getting a divorce."

Both Ririn and Putra were shocked to hear Mahira's statement. Ririn then turned around and looked resentfully at Mahira.

"You think I'm happy to hear what you're saying? Nah! After all, the man had been lying all this time."

"Rin, please understand. I'm ...."

"People may laugh and even sneer at me while walking with you. How can a hijab-wearing woman walk with a man who has become someone else's husband, huh?" ririn said with emotion.

"Rin, I can clear everything. Don't be mad at me."

"Clearly what else? owhh, it was great that you guys acted even during that meeting. It was only fitting that he was so sharp when he spoke. Geez, why am I so stupid?" Ririn massaged her forehead hard.

Mahira approaches. He tried to grab Ririn's hand which was then on the rough edge.

"Mba, we're talking about everything. I know Mba is upset, but listen to our explanation first. Yea?"

"What else do I need to hear?"

"The reason why we got married. And the reason Mr. Putra wasn't honest with Mba about our marriage."

"No. I don't want to hear anything anymore. Enough ..." said.

"Mba, please listen to my explanation ... Mba." Ririn walked away. However, Mahira tries to follow Ririn's steps. "Mba, please wait ...."

Ririn tried to grab Ririn's hand. He held the woman's hand. However, due to emotions, Ririn accidentally brushed it off to make Mahira lose balance and fall.

The son immediately approached and helped Mahira to stand up. The Son's concern for his wife incised hurt and anger at Ririn.

"Hm!" cynically.

"Mba, we both just follow the wishes of the parents of the son, there is no more bond between the two of us. His heart remains for Mba, not for me. Please ... understand."

"Maybe I'd understand if he ...." Ririn pointed at the Son. "Honest from the beginning."

The son felt guilty about it. "I'm sorry, honey."

"You say you love another woman in front of your wife? absolutely ...." Ririn clenched her hands and left.

Son and Mahira only he stared at Ririn's departure. They can't do anything. Moreover, Putra knew that Ririn must be left alone when she was angry.

*****

"What's wrong? do you have stomach pain?"

"Yes, maybe because these few days often eat rujak, so the stomach is in a revolt."

"Don't overdo it if you eat something. Not good." The son advised as they headed home.

Mahira was sweating even though it was quite cold in the car. He felt uncertain. The pain in his stomach was no longer able to stand it.

"You why? do we need to go to the toilet? we'll stop at the gas station then."

"Yes ...."

From a distance the son saw the gas station. They came in and stopped in front of the toilet. Mahira opened the seatbelt, then opened the door. As soon as Mahira stood up, Putra felt shocked when she saw the red stains quite a lot.

"Ra, wait."

"Yes." Yeah." Mahira looked back into the car.

"Are you on your period?"

"No. Wh why? I haven't had my period in two months."

Hearing Mahira's explanation, the Son immediately realized what was really going on. The man immediately asked his wife to get in the car. He drove his car quickly to the hospital.

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